Turn Me On. Dylan Rose

and poured coffee, eventually setting a beautifully plated breakfast in front of her.

      “Do you cook like this for all your guests?” she asked, digging into the perfectly cooked omelet.

      Gregor looked thoughtful. “I don’t have many guests these days. But I do enjoy cooking for people I care about.”

      Faye returned Gregor’s smile and took a sip of coffee—it was the richest, most luxurious roast she had ever tasted. Clearly, this man knew his way around the kitchen—and other things!

      “Why is that? Why have you been so out of the public eye lately?”

      Gregor chuckled to himself. “I see, so are we in interview mode now?”

      “That is what I came here for,” Faye replied, meeting his gaze.

      “Very well,” Gregor said. “I’ve been taking some time to figure out what I really want to do next.”

      “That’s valid,” said Faye, wishing she had brought out her recorder or at least a notebook.

      “But off the record?” Gregor raised his eyebrows and looked at Faye. She nodded. “It’s really lame, but I had my heart broken.”

      Faye was speechless for a moment, surprised by how open he was being. “Me, too,” she offered.

      “There is something I want to show you,” Gregor said, his tone a little more positive. “Are you up for a drive?”

      Moments later, the two of them were back in Gregor’s car, driving down a twisty country road. In the daylight Faye could see just how beautiful the English countryside really was, and she felt thankful that Gregor had given her the chance to see beyond the city streets of London. As they passed emerald green hills and fields populated by horses and cows, Faye felt herself relax. There was so much beauty here, and she had a world-class tour guide to show it to her.

      Shortly into their drive, they turned into a small village and Gregor parked the car in front of a simple redbrick building.